You'll never understand
all of the reasons I have
I wrote a list in my hand
of all the hills I'll die at
You'll never get why
I always feel alone
or why you make me cry
I tell no one but my phone
It makes me sick
Sick to my core
It makes me sing
Forever more
It makes me sick
Sick to my core
It makes me sing
Forever more
You'll never understand
all of my thirteen reasons
I have the list in my hand
to go for rainy seasons
You never get how
your touch give me the chills
Your kisses feel like snowflakes
that cover Gothenburg's hills
It makes me sick
Sick to my core
It makes me sing
Forever more
It makes me sick
Sick to my core
It makes me sing
Forever more
I’ll be the bearer of the trace you left behind
It doesn’t matter where you are - regards to where I am
and it will haunt me until it gets into my bloodstream
and I will turn you into oxygen
It makes me sick
Sick to my core
It makes me sing
Forever more
It makes me sick
Sick to my core
It makes me sing
Forever more
This one's for drifting into beautiful nothingness. Spiderwebbed cathedrals of oh-so-pretty dream pop à la Slowdive with maybe a touch of True Widow's depressive crunch. Lars Gotrich
Newly reissued for its 10th anniversary, the Colorado band's surrealistic final LP is a cult classic among dream pop fans, and rightly so. Bandcamp... New & Notable Aug 9, 2023